SLIPPERY LITTLE SNAKE

The duo stands in battle stance, both of them waiting for their opponent to make a move. When he speaks a language she does not understand, her gaze hardens. What in the hell did he just say? Before she can question his statement, he turns away from her laughing and takes off into the forest. She makes no movements to follow him, her mind trying to figure out what in the hell had just happened. Perhaps the man was deranged, or had a bad case of rabies. Either way she doubted he would come back. Her defenses fall as her body begins to relax and she paces a few feet away to find a comfortable spot to unwind.